Camille made up to the cover of the bar, breathless, hair a mess, fried from the sun and frazzled from her encounter with the Hercules, “Great here I am in paradise and I’m more interested in fantasy than reality. Oh Camille, when will you ever get your act together?”

As Camille pondered her need to escape into her romance novels she felt a tap on her shoulder,”Excuse me miss, you forgot your towel.”